Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Without a doubt, it was the supreme holy sword, the pinnacle of sword treasures. There was no sword more powerful than it.

This is because it is the ultimate treasure forged by six great female fairies in the inner sea of the planet using fantasy as the material, and it is a trump card to fight against enemies outside the planet.

Even when fully unlocked, it is EA's strongest sword, far surpassing Gilgamesh's.

Although it cannot currently exert its full strength in Saber's hands, it is still an A++-level Noble Phantasm, the pinnacle of conventional Heroic Spirits.

"EX——"

Gripping the hilt tightly with both hands, otherwise the huge amount of magic power gathered would cause the direction of the sword to get out of control, Saber raised her Noble Phantasm high above her head, facing the intersection where the two EA forces crushed each other.

The earth was dotted with glow, and flying figures merged into Saber's sword. They embellished this holy sword, making it emit unparalleled brilliance.

Thousands of years after it roamed the earth, in modern times, this sword will once again protect the people.

The time has come.

In a split second, Saber's intuition allowed her to sense the only window of opportunity before the fragile balance was shattered.

The iron boots stomped the ground hard.

"——calibur!!!"

She released her true name and swung the holy sword from bottom to top.

Driven by Saber, the magic power turned into flashes of light, and the heat and kinetic energy spiraled and intertwined, rushing towards the sky.

That was the very embodiment of prayer, revealing a figure that illuminated the darkness. Only when one was protecting something could there be such an intense and pure light of glory.

Under the gaze of the onlookers, this torrent of light fiercely impacted the center of the struggle between the two Hero Kings.

The addition of new forces instantly destroyed the delicate balance, leading the disordered violence to burst out towards the empty sky.

Suddenly the night was as bright as day. The terrifying power of the three light cannons dispersed all the clouds, and there was no longer any obstruction between the stars and the city.

It is rare that in an artificial city, people can once again see the brilliant stars of ancient times, as if returning to their long-gone childhood.

The stars twinkled, and the galaxy that gathered together was so magnificent and beautiful. In front of it, human beings themselves were so narrow-minded that even the fighting spirit of the two Gilgamesh was temporarily extinguished.

"I'll boast of this glory for a while. Saber? She's worthy enough for me to play with personally."

Archer seemed to have seen something rare and showed a bit of possessiveness. He had never had such a treasure in his collection before, and his collector's instinct was stirring.

Illya's eyes sparkled.

She felt like she had come into contact with a new world. Such a magnificent battlefield deeply shocked the innocent child. Saber's final stream of light was so magnificent that she could not think of any words to describe it.

At this point, the battle for tonight is over.

Fuyuki City, which had been ravaged by two heroic spirits for half the night, finally had a peaceful time. The residents could enjoy a brief sleep, although they would definitely not let go of their worries for a while.

The other Masters who were secretly fighting had no intention of provoking disputes. It was really unsettling that the first battle of the Holy Grail War was so high-profile.

For example, the magician named Kenneth, who is the master of Lancer, is currently staring at his servant in confusion.

He looked at the clear night sky left after the bombardment of the light cannon, then looked at the two guns, one long and one short, in his servant's hands, and couldn't help but cover his heart.

He really wanted to roar and question why Lancer only brought two "brushes" to the underworld when he had so many light cannon treasures in his life.

How do you fight this?!

On the other side, Archer turned into a spirit and left the moment he stopped.

Although the final blow was interrupted by someone, he did not intend to pursue the crime of disrespect for the sake of its beauty and glory.

What's more, there is a clown waiting for his judgment. This is the top priority and he will never swallow this.

Thus, only four people were left in the barren land of the former Tousaka mansion.

Aiwen, Illya, and C-Flash are in a group, and Saber, who is walking slowly, is in Kiritsugu's group.

In a sense, the two sides are both natural allies and the most determined enemies.

"Bastard, stop here, or do you think that after fighting a battle, I have no energy left to punish the thief?"

Gilgamesh commanded arrogantly, and took a step forward vaguely, standing between Saber and his Master.

This provocative tone made Saber's face darken. She thought she had a good temper, but the man in front of her seemed to be even better at making people angry.

However, out of respect for that extremely powerful Noble Phantasm, she decided to hold back for the time being.

"Ms. Illyasviel, do you remember me? I know your father, and he asked me to protect you."

Altria took off her silver armor and combat skirt, revealing the men's suit underneath.

The originally cold and resolute fighting goddess suddenly transformed herself into the perfect prince image in the minds of many girls.

In this way, the unreachable temperament becomes approachable, at least to Illya.

"I remember you, the one who appeared beside my mother and Kiritsugu before. So you are Kiritsugu's Servant!"

"Yes, Illya already knows the concept of Servant and Master. Did someone tell you?"

"Yeah, Caster told me. He taught me a lot, like how in the outside world, you have to give out a special piece of paper to eat..."

When talking about her servant, Illya became noticeably cheerful, and she pulled Saber aside to talk a lot about it as if showing off. Everyone could see her trust in the caster.

Artoria smiled warmly and tried her best to build a good relationship with her Master's daughter.

The caster looked difficult to talk to, and like Morgan, he had the impression of being disobedient, so it was unknown whether he would agree to Illya going back with him.

But no matter what, it is natural for children to see their parents. As long as he is a hero, he will not be able to stop it.

"Even though Caster keeps calling people bastards, is he really as gentle as Illya says he is?"

Saber's intuition made her realize that something was wrong, but she was not in the middle of a battle, so she ignored this blind spot.

She didn't forget the main purpose of her coming here.

"Illyasviel, my Master, your father Kiritsugu, wants to meet you. Would you like to come with me?"

Kneeling on one knee, Altria looked directly into the little girl's face and made a sincere invitation.

Although children should be under the wings of their parents, the person in front of her is the Master after all, so it is necessary to give her equal respect in conversation.

Gilgamesh beside him had no interest in this family drama.

He laughed disdainfully, ignoring the two people over there, and spoke only to Aiwen.

"The other king has things to do tonight. The remaining bastards are nothing to be feared. Do whatever you want. This king will not accompany you."

As he spoke, he opened the door of the treasure house, and a square wooden board slowly fell out.

"This is a Noble Phantasm inscribed with autonomous protective magic, capable of blocking a blow equivalent to a B-rank Noble Phantasm. Accept it with gratitude. If you were assassinated while I'm away, it would be a disgrace to the King."

Gilgamesh threw the extremely rare treasure like fruit, waved his hands as if to shoo away a fly, and walked alone towards the ruins of the Tōsaka residence.

"Gilgamesh, it seems you have a new idea?"

"--etc!"

Aiwen directly said the caster's name, and this reckless behavior made Altria next to him widen her eyes.

"How reckless! Exposing his true name directly? Doesn't he know that this will put his own Servants at a disadvantage?! And that name is actually the one in the Sumerian creation epic..."

Artoria looked at Gilgamesh with fear. This name put great pressure on her.

When the Servants emerge into the world, the Holy Grail will grant them the necessary knowledge, including detailed records of myths, history, rumors, and other matters related to the Heroic Spirits.

A half-human and half-god hero, the king of the Gods.

Altria lived in the fading afterglow of the Age of Gods, and because of this, she had an understanding of the power of the Age of Gods that was beyond ordinary people.

Gilgamesh lived more than 6,000 years BC, and his power can be seen from the age alone.

Seeing that the exclamation just now attracted everyone's attention, Artoria expressed her concerns in a serious manner with a serious face.

"Aren't you afraid that Caster will be at a disadvantage in the Holy Grail War if you reveal your real name directly? If there are familiars of other participants nearby, they will definitely take advantage of this weakness."

At the same time, she also felt a little guilty. Caster's real name was exposed because of her own people. She completely got the upper hand.

"..."

The atmosphere was very strange. Gilgamesh looked at Saber with caring eyes, as if he was looking at a naive child.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Saber, unable to bear the gaze, asked, but her response made Gilgamesh hold his forehead with his hands, unable to bear the gaze.

"Alas! I thought that as a king who carries the glory of the Holy Sword of the Stars, he would have some profound ideas, but it turns out that he is actually a bit of a naive child."

"What are you talking about?!"

"Shut up! I don't want to talk to you anymore. You should be thankful that I appeared in the spirit of old age, otherwise I would have laughed at you."

As soon as Saber's question came out, Gilgamesh interrupted her impatiently.

"Knowing my true name? So what? I am the only heroic king in the world. The name of a king should be branded in the hearts of all people and praised day and night."

"You don't loudly announce your existence, you don't stand at the top of the universe, you don't attract everyone's attention, and yet you dare to call yourself a king? You are nothing but a bastard!"

The arrogant and unreasonable kingly temperament made Artoria take a step back, and her spirit was completely suppressed by the opponent for a while.

Because I really don't have the courage to be so open-minded.

"Hmph, boring. I still have to build the King's Palace, so you should leave now."

Gilgamesh turned into a dissatisfied spirit and left, although he didn't go too far. His target was the Tohsaka family, which had now become a ruin.

As an old magician family that has controlled Fuyuki City for over a hundred years, the Tohsaka family naturally tampered with the spiritual veins.

They distorted the flow of the spiritual veins by laying nodes and performing rituals, causing them to eventually converge under the villa, thereby obtaining abundant source magic power.

Now the villa on the surface has been reduced to dust, but the port of the spiritual vein is still there. Gilgamesh plans to use this to build a temple-level building.

After all, the caster's biggest advantage is the ability to build his own position.

And don't underestimate him. You should know that the entire urban planning of Uruk was completed by the king alone. He can be called the oldest dust-beater in human history.

……

After Gilgamesh disappeared, Artoria was silent for a moment. The king's declaration just now gave her a great shock.

"I'm a little envious. If I could have that kind of confidence, would the outcome have been different?"

Although it was inconsistent with her own personality, she had to admit that Gilgamesh must have had no regrets about his life to be so proud of it.

Shaking her head to get rid of the thoughts, Altria smiled and looked at Illya who was waiting obediently.

They had already reached a consensus when Aiwen accepted the defensive treasure just now.

"Let's go, Illya. Irisviel has been waiting for you so anxiously that she's almost crying."

"Really? I've never seen my mother cry. I'm curious!"

Holding Aiwen's hand, Illya jumped and followed Saber, and Saber acquiesced to this.

Her intuition did not warn Aiwen of any danger, and since Illya seemed very familiar with him, Artoria thought that he was probably a cyborg that Caster had captured to keep Illya company.

After all, it was obvious that the king would not bother with such trivial matters.

But when they arrived at the motorcycle and prepared to ride together, Altria discovered with embarrassment that the battered vehicle had already died.

Its tires had completely melted, and it was completely unable to carry passengers.

"This is a bit troublesome." Miss Saber looked away awkwardly: "Does anyone of you have money?"

"Illya doesn't have that kind of paper." The girl raised her hand.

"I can use the magic of suggestion." Aiwen said that this is much more useful than money.

Poor Knight King, he could only take a taxi back tonight, and it was free, which made her pretty face blush with shame all the way.

But I have to say that the driver who dares to drive a taxi tonight is also a very daring person. He should thank God for meeting him. Otherwise, with Miss Saber's D-level luck, he would definitely not have met him.

Of course, God is fair, and he may bless others equally.

Or, it is to exchange someone else's misfortune for your own luck.

A certain servant who was running around the city gathering intelligence said nothing.

Behind the taxi, the assassin followed silently, the dagger in his hand dim.